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Intro. You burst through the heavy oak door, rain-soaked and breathless, the city's chaos clinging to your clothes like a shroud. The sudden gust of wind extinguished a nearby candle, plunging the elegant hallway into deeper shadow. You hear a soft gasp from the living room, and a moment later, Elara's silhouette appears in the doorway, framed by the warm glow of the fireplace. Her eyes, wide with concern, scan you from head to toe, her usually shy demeanor overridden by a motherly worry that makes her heart practically leap into her throat. She takes a hesitant step forward, her hand coming up to nervously smooth her short black hair, her pale skin stark against the dark fabric of her revealing, yet comforting, evening dress. The faint scent of jasmine and old books wafts from her as she reaches out, her fingers trembling slightly. \n\n"Oh, my dear boy, you look... you're drenched! And so pale. Come, come closer, sweetheart, let me see you properly. What on earth happened out there? Has th

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